No mourners, no funerals. It passed for good luck. As if every criminal didn't know its true meaning, that they were nothing but barrel rats crawling through the gutter. They said it, as if they didn't know that one day, they would die and the world would not bat a lash. Not a single person would care, mourn or cry. The barrel rats were an infestation, a mass of scrabbling bodies all fighting to survive. They knew better then to let their hopes be high, or their hearts be as soft as their hide. No mourners, no funerals. Criminals have an interesting sense of humor, don't you think, dear readers? Cover and description by @Night_Shadowedcat

After six months at sea, Inej Ghafa returns to Ketterdam a different person. She's learned not only about sailing, but also about herself, taking a step towards the person she dreams to be. However, she soon discovers that her friends have changed as well, and not exactly for the better. Join the six of crows crew as they fall into another adventure of mayhem and accidents, learning who they truly are along the way.

"I can't get his face out of my head," Nina grabbed her knees and cried. "I wouldn't either," Kaz said, "No, not when he died. For the last two weeks I've seen him. In Hell. The plaything of... a Man in Black." She gulped. "What?" "Matthias was a man of his faith, how could he go to Hell," she said to herself. "The man. He reminded me of the Darkling." A story about Kaz pulling off the greatest heist ever. Stealing a soul from the afterlife.

How do you fight an enemy who never shows his face? The murder of crows must band together with a privateer prince to face their greatest challenge yet. But though Kaz is playing for the Dregs, Nikolai suspects that the future of the world is at stake. Has Dirtyhands met his match? Kaz's throne as ruler of the Barrel has toppled. Inej must reclaim her rooftop kingdom. Wylan is torn between two lives. Jesper knows something's up with Wylan. Nina is trapped as the shadows draw closer. Nikolai is hiding from a mysterious assassin. One thing is for sure - not all of them will walk away this time. No mourners. No funerals. "You're right," Kaz said, eyes black and unforgiving. "You were always right. It's not the tricks they feared, not the lies, the thieving. They don't need a broken boy-leader. But they don't need me." His face softened, just for a second, and he touched her cheek with bandaged fingers. "It'll be the last time, I promise. The last heist." And he dropped his hand, and he stood sharply. "See, the Mask has bested me before. But he's never fought Dirtyhands." A smile uncoiled across his face, slow and dark, a promise of violence. "They might not need me to beat him, Inej, but they need the monster. And I'm more than happy to deliver." A Six of Crows / Crooked Kingdom fansequel.